And as quickly as it all came,
It went. Blame her tendancy to put significance on the minute Because hard feels familiar And easy, skeptical A self-fulfilling prophecy. Tries to catch herself before these papercuts get deeper It's a sting A tiny mistep Don't make it more than it ever was Don't let the hurt be disproportionate to the joy Don't let anything not be worth it Use it Use them Hell it feels like they've already used you. Wanting to be jaded, But knowing that would only give them the satisfaction If she can't be content Then no one can bitch It's on
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